Her Wash looks up at her, calms down slightly, relaxes his grip. A plan. She has a plan. He trusts that, trusts that it's something concrete.
But the second he loosens his grip, Washington wrenches his arms again and kicks him in the chest to get some distance between them.
"What plan, Carolina?" he asks, backing away, repulsed from his doppleganger. "What is that? And when did you talk to it? How did you talk to it?"
Washington starts to looked panicked, trying to think back to anytime he might have had lost time.
"I'm not an it. I'm you. We're not supposed to be separate like this. They broke something and we need to fix it. You're not whole and I want my life back."
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But the second he loosens his grip, Washington wrenches his arms again and kicks him in the chest to get some distance between them.
"What plan, Carolina?" he asks, backing away, repulsed from his doppleganger. "What is that? And when did you talk to it? How did you talk to it?"
Washington starts to looked panicked, trying to think back to anytime he might have had lost time.
"I'm not an it. I'm you. We're not supposed to be separate like this. They broke something and we need to fix it. You're not whole and I want my life back."